hot dogs

i am sick so i don't feel like cooking but i haven't eaten yet today. the team of dumpster and handy extra wide sandwich grill gives me these guys. salmon and trout hot dogs (laks og ørret pølser). there is a third grilled cheese at the back of the plate. i have eaten one hot dog and one gr.cheese in the time it's taken to write this. with some sort of bleu-style cheese. tomato and yellow pepper and butter. the dumpster provides.

everything is hot dogs here.
they love em.
there are like 70 kinds of hot dogs.
mostly involving pig so i don't go near them.
but fish hot dogs.
eh they are okay.

tonight i go to a house meeting at the eco-"collective" -- to find out if i get to move there.

eat. nap. the last two hours of frisbee practice before our tourney in oslo on saturday. meeting. hot water with garlic and lemon. sleep. sleep. wake up. travel eight hours south in a car with one nordmann and three germans. m.m. (etc.) maybe they will have some daylight for me in oslo.

SITTING IN

At one point today I sat in my room and watched this while my roommate sat in the living room and watch this... I couldn't find a link or image capable of accurately presenting the brain liquefier that is MTV's "DATE MY MOM" Spring Break Edition. If someone can... please drop it in a comment. Or rather... please don't. Her reasoning was that there was nothing better on TV.

I need to get out of the student village.
My life (enjoyment) depends on it.


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This is what I will try. First I will write in Norwegian and the next time I will translate the last one. If my english is a little strange, it's because I will try to translate almost exactly (CLEARLY NONE OF THIS WORKED AND I AM GOING TO TRANSLATE THIS ONE JUST CUZ - AND I WILL JUST TRY HARDER TO BLOG).

I am sitting in the living room of a friend of my mother, her name is Eevi. Today I was not at the course because it is too simple for me and Eevi became sick and I wanted to be helpful. I haven't paid for the course but I don't think it is a problem because it cost the same as the supplies cost. (I think I made a made a lot of mistakes in that sentence.)

But I want to stand in connection with the Japanese musicians who are the teachers, a little more than I stand now. Last night we were together in a club where one of them played "music" - the music was actually shiny karaoke. To be able to write, I am sitting uncomfortably and I am too tired to do that more now, but I shal write more when I am back in Trondheim and then you will understand what I have written. I made many mistakes just now.

UNCOMFORTABLE POSITIONS

ubekvem holdninger

Dette er hva jeg skal prøve. Først vil jeg skrive på norsk og den neste gang vil jeg oversette den siste en. Hvis min engelsk er litt rar er det fordi jeg vil prøve å oversette nesten akkurat.
Jeg sitter i stua av en venn av mora mi som heter Eevi. I dag var jeg ikke på kurset fordi kurset er for enkelt og eevi ble syk og jeg hadde lyst til å være hjelpsom. Jeg har ikke betalt for kurset men jeg tror at det er ikke en problem fordi det kostet det samme ettersom utstyrene koster. (Jeg tror at jeg tok feil med den setningen.) Men jeg har lyst til å stå i forbindelse med de japanske musikker som er lærerne litt mer enn jeg står nå. I går kveld var vi sammen i en klubb hvor en av dem splite "musikk" - musikken var faktisk skinnende karaoke. For å skrive, jeg må sitte ubekvemt og jeg er for trøtt å gjørde det mer nå, men jeg skal skrive mer når jeg er tilbake i Trondheim og da vil dere forstå hva jeg har skrevet. Jeg tok mange feil nettopp nå.

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Finally I have heard the crunch of snow beneath my feet and finally I live with norwegians. In three hours I shall to Oslo through the night to attend a coure where I shall make a little instrument and a little guitar pedal. I shall stay there until tuesday evening when I will travel one more time through the night back to Trondheim. I have a wish to write more, but I should prepare my things and myself.

I still hate commas.

We'll talk soon.
Bye AWESOME friends.


A SHORT ONE

en kort en

Endelig har jeg hørt knasingen av snø under føttene mine og endlig bor jeg sammen med nordmenn. Om tre timer skal jeg til Oslo gjennom natta for å gå på et kurs hvor jeg skal lage et lite instrument og en liten gitarpedal. Jeg skal bli der til tirsdagskveld når jeg vil reise en gang til gjennom natta tilbake til Trondheim. Jeg har lyst til å skrive mer, men jeg bør forberede sakene mine og min selv.

Jeg hater ennå kommaer.

Vi snakkes snart.
Ha det AWESOME venner!

TO DO?

I smelled something today that reminded me of bowls of duck noodle soup at Rod Dee and/or the now defunct chinatown mini-FOOD COURT. For about five minutes I would have all but killed someone for a bowl of SPICY DUCK NOODLE SOUP and an order of f'n greasy scallion pancakes. Kanskje (maybe) I can make something of the sort here but I think duck would cost me a pretty penny.

Talking to Ethan on GTALK right now and tearing up at the memory of the dance flurry last february and how amazing it felt that ya'll wanted me there to the point of paying my way for the weekend. I haven't had a real hug in so long. Now I'm just crying. I don't think they make J.P. flavored friends here. My american classmate paid something like $5.00 for a can of pumpkin.

I rode to class today. The temperature dropped drastically and there were waves of snø. Den første store(=big) snøfallet. It was bloody cold but none of it stuck but my hands were freezing on my ride home. Tonight I can either go to a casual norsk conversation (practice) group or I can stay here in the student village and borrow a sewing machine and try sew gloves out of a blanket that I got from the overnight train that I took here from Oslo. It's a sort of stretchy material so I think I can make some half-decent gloves (I scratch-made a halloween costume a few years ago with built-in glove things that turned out great...) maybe make them longish so if they ride up they will not leave my wrists too horribly cold. Some sort of over-mittens so I can have two layers when I don't need finger separation. Maybe with a drawstring in the bottom... Or should I make "glittens" (gloves with a mitten flap) or lobster gloves (1-2-2) or index finger mitten things (1-1-3)? Send votes if you like but I shouldn't really wait for them - I'll post pictures of my successes and failures.

I wish I could be bothered to take out my camera now and take a post-cry smiley picture of me smiling at you all. I wish I could take care of people here as much as we all took care of each other but I haven't the resources right now. I am really going to miss Halloween. Please take lots of Halloween pictures. I was going to write more but I got into too many chat conversations and I should just post this rather than saving it to finish later.

SMILE! CRY! I wish I had some Katamari to play.

This is what I will be doing this weekend.
http://www.matchmaking.no
Pretty faen impressive for altfor nør norge.

"Hello, World!"

That's embarassing. I haven't posted in over a month. I just had a week-long høstferie (autumn vacation) and I didn't post. Now, monday morning 45 minutes before I should leave for class I finally feel like I have put it off long enough. Putting things off all the time.

Things that have been good:
- Indoor frisbee people have been getting better.
- Lots of shared dinners hosted and attended.
- A dumpstering compatriot. (I let him keep the food processor.)
- Moving at the end of the month to finally live with some nordmenn. (Closer to the good dumpster.)
- I can write norsk like nobody's business.
- Tiny bits of snow.
- Lots of people...?

Things that have been less good.
- Even with new shoes, my feet/legs hurt after playing disc indoors. Hard floor.
- I only get to play disc once a week. (Working on that one.)
- The water out of the tap is ridiculously hot, I come close to actually burning myself at least once a week.
- Locks and compactors and mysterious invisible arrangements make for limited dumpstering options. (And now I have to split my haul.)
- I don't have the confidence to speak norsk nearly as well as I write.
- Cultural confusion and tension regarding "propriety" in conversation.
- I think I need to get a job now.
- I can't seem to get organized or keep my spaces clean.
- The prices of everything other than some produce.

Now I have to get ready to go to class. I will have class and then try to rush to the other campus for a Yoga class. I don't really have anything to wear to a Yoga class but I have put off going for far too long. I hope it doesn't bite.

I promise a better post snart.

"Hello, World!" completely inapt reference that jumped out of my head explained: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hello_world here.

jeg liker ikke Zoolander and suck at blogging....

obviously this is not my favorite thing to do...
which is not surprising...
we all know that I am a bit too fundicted (addicted to fun)...
why would I want to report when I could be doing...

I just watched a cam-torrent of Superbad and I have to agree with one of my BFFs Mrs. Danielle Schechter (you're still Miss Danielle Rupinski to me which is not cuz I don't acknowledge your marriage which I fully do... YOU'RE AWESOME MIKE JUST DON'T GO TO MED SCHOOL ... just maybe cuz my mom kept her name and that is rad and you are rad and really I should get on with my bloggig) that SUPERBAD was (with the exception of some of the cop stuff) super GOOD. Seth Rogen - I apologize to you for torrenting your wonderful movie. You are todays John Hughes -- a rad and totally authentic proximity to teen nerd radness... ANYWAY if I don't quite sound like usual myself it's because I just want to be like that movie right now... well it's fading (I just worked it out through some posturing...) The ending somehow reminded me of WEIRD SCIENCE and that is never a bad thing.

but my friend Dylan is making me look bad...
...Dylan and I were in SIM/art-school together and now he's in Germany/Tyskland/Alemania for a while doing some sort of video graphics something or other...
Dylan has a blog and he actually uses it once in a while... he said it is mostly for family so I am not linking to it...
it has pictures of his apartment and stuff like that
and he actually posts to it more than once in a while

last night was lame and cool
today i got some more clothing (f'ing time)
because there was a really damn big flea market at a grade school near here
Steindal Skole

I paid 160NOK (~$25.00) for a trashbag full of clothes... I know this doesn't sound like such a great deal but here it is a great deal and most of the stuff I snagged really seems almost new and the stuff that isn't is still fine... I'd been wearing the hat for a while when the woman told me how much I should pay and forgot to tell her to price it in... I say she told me how much I should pay because apparently they don't haggle. She said 160 and I thought about the numbers and said "Can you do 140?" and she hit my guilt button with "I think 160 is quite cheap for this" and she was right and it was a difference of only about $3.00 I don't know why the numbers seem more important when they are bigger...

never try to use those sideways carat brackets in a blog it's a big headache that confuses tags and you lose a bunch of text here... stupid male modelling movies blah blah. here are way too many pictures of me in all of my new clothing... and some pictures of my room...
and me being boring with captions...
hmm.

i should say other smart things about the differences between here and there but again i'd rather be doing something else i have been awake until at least 4:00 the past two nights and i was going to relax tonight but my actual norskkurs classmates want me to come to dinner and then there is a housewarming party for some norwegian girls and i am not supposed to pass up opportunities to interact with norwegians

-i nearly burn my skin off at least once a week because the hot water is ridiculously x 10 hot -- you could cook an egg or pasta in it easily.
-i have only seen police in any way like three or four times since arriving here and at least one of those times was when i was at the politi stasjon
-regular size refundable bottles net you 1 kr and 1.5 liter bottles and some other smaller ones will get you 2 kroner and 50 øre (50 øre is the smallest coin - worth about 9 cents) so making a LITTLE money by collecting bottles is not such a herculean task here - it might be balanced out by the cost of living but i think the folks that will bother to collect bottles are also folks who know how to find the cheap stuff... i wanted to say sisyphean cuz i love sisyphus but...
-my toe hurts cuz i ripped too much of the nail off
-i have to teach some people to cook (and shop for cooking)
-by which i mean that i am now a professor of cooking stuff
blah blah blah

clickable thumbnails



the approach to my room.

my mess and the hvit (white) brick walls that make me hate this place

note how the windows are so completely dumbly designed and open out over the desk at a height that could decapitate my computer. i have to sit sort of inside the (swing of the) window to sit at my desk. if it opened flat to the wall that'd be okay - but it hits one of it's own handles at a certain far less than comfortable or convenient point. i could move the desk but only to face a brick wall.

the best solution (short of dismantling the window to get that other handle off so i could open it all the way - maybe i will try that later) turned out to be a shoelace tied to an eye hook...

the ever useful slip knot.


i bought myself this rug which is one of those hard to capture bright colors. and my feet. because i know that some people were worried they'd never see my feet again.

FASHIONISTA INDULGENCE BOREDOM PROGRAM


Honey I'm home......... and I'm crazy......... about dancing like Bill Cosby in the opening sequence of the Cosby Show but with a pink scarf.


I got bored...

So I started trying to throw the scarf in synch with the self-timer. It's not really easy with the timing of the indicator on my camera. I had to take a lot of shots to get some in the actual air. I mean... I am performing magic...

I didn't buy any real pants at the flea so I am wearing the bahting suit I bought with pineapple which I now call ananas.



plain black... comfy. classic.

i tried a double..... and apparently got angry.



this shirt is nice I guess but the buttons are clustered strangely in twos which makes it hard to button at the top.

i forgot one green-brown turtleneck sweater because it was drying when i took the pictures. i am put this blog to bed and i am going to put the sweater on now because i am gal og kald.

oh. and clearly i shaved. it was a bad move.